Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
There are so many things going on in my life right this second — and I think I've already mentioned that I'm not much of a multi-tasker — my head is spinning like I've been riding

There are so many things going on in my life right this second — and I think I've already mentioned that I'm not much of a multi-tasker — my head is spinning like I've been riding the teacups too long. For one thing, I finally broke down and upgraded my computer — which not only means going through the usual pain of readjusting settings and preferences and installing and uninstalling software, but getting used to a whole new operating system again. And don't even bother telling me to get a Mac. For one thing, you're just preaching to the choir, I knew I should have been a Mac girl before the Internet even came to town! Remember, once upon a time, I intended to become a graphic artist! But one thing led to another and two decades later I'm blogging from the seventh PC I've called my own.
At least this one is sporting an I'm-Not-Really-A-Waitress-red cover, which, for the record, doesn't look that much like the polish.
Speaking of my graphic arts goals of yore, I've also been working on some company branding. Namely, getting my logo worked out. Which, I guess by now, you've seen. That was demanding a significant amount of my brain's resources. At least I think it's finished now and I can go on obsessing about other business matters.
All while the BF, the dogs, and I prepare to move to a new home, go to the other side of the country for a week, and somewhere in there I turn 40.
Have I mentioned I'm going to miss IBS Las Vegas this year?
And to top it all off, I ordered about a zillion rhinestones. And of course, they come in tiny little cellophane envelopes. Cellophane is not static-free. So I was trying to pour the rhinestones from the little cellophane bags into the little containers I keep my rhinestones in and I now have more rhinestones stuck in my carpet than I do in my little containers. How do you do this? Is there a trick? The little buggers jump like fleas!
That's it! Remember "flea circuses"? I'm gonna have a rhinestone circus. I'll train ’em to jump through little flaming hoops and stuff. Yeah. That's my new plan. Seeing as how it seems about impossible to train them to jump into my little containers.
Have I also mentioned I haven't had a good night's sleep in two weeks? Rhinestone circus — sounds plausible.
At least the taxes are mailed. Surprisingly enough, that went off without a hassle.
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Maggie recalls the time she tried to figure out how to dispose of her salon chemicals.
With a vacation approaching, Maggie can’t wait to put some distance between herself and the drama of the salon.
Maggie doesn’t hesitate to confront clients about past sins.
How sick is too sick for a nail appointment?
Maggie is fed up with clients who won’t get off the phone.
Maggie needs to remind herself that she has options.
Maggie is trading in one writing genre for another.
Maggie knows too much about sanitation to get excited about a strange Jacuzzi tub.
Maggie is no longer certain nails are in her long-term future.
Maggie is learning about the downside of success — scheduling is a nightmare.
Maggie contemplates the limits of her charitable impulses.
Maggie is not too keen on clients bringing in their own nail supplies.
Just because Maggie isn’t with a client doesn’t mean she’s not working.
Twenty-two years of doing nails takes a toll on the hands.
Maggie doesn’t want her product reps dropping by.
Maggie enjoys other people’s drama — up to a point.